I do not own any characters, plots, or anything else pertaining to "The 100". This chapter will feature Bellamy's P.O.V. and will send him headfirst into his version of fatherhood. I hope you enjoy this chapter, it was really interesting playing with the characters, and having them relate to each other. As always, thanks for following/favoriting and commenting.
Chapter 6
Night Terrors
Bellamy finishes his perimeter check to make sure everything is secure and is about to call it a night when he hears a crashing sound behind him. He instinctively turns, gun at the ready, and makes his way in the direction the sound came from. Bellamy spots a light on at the end of the hall, just as another crash comes. As he edges closer to the room, he hears someone screaming, and finishes running to the door. When he reaches the doorway, he sees Mark holding a knife to Lily's throat. He slowly makes his way into the room and his eyes instantly meet Lily's. Bellamy can see the fear in her usually confident eyes and he realizes for the first time that she's just a child acting like an adult. "Mark, put the knife down." The boy turns and there's a darkness in his eyes. Bellamy freezes for a split second, trying to figure out how to handle this situation. He barely knows these kids, but he feels like it's his job to protect them, keep them safe.
Bellamy continues to inch towards him with his hands up in surrender. "He's sleep walking, it's something that he did a few times on our ship. I think he does it when he's afraid of something." His eyes meet the boys and memories of his childhood come back to him. Bellamy remembers being scared of the council finding out about Octavia under the floor and had night terrors as a result. There was one particular night when he had been asleep and attacked his mother. She had told him the next morning that she had tried everything to wake him up, but there was only one thing that had snapped him out of his trance. A Story. Bellamy suspects that that's where his love for Greek Mythology came from. He quickly scans the room for any books but doesn't see any.
So, he decides to tell him the only story he can think of. "There was once a group of juvenile delinquents, they called them the 100." Mark stares at him blankly, but he can tell that he's listening. "There was also another guy with them that snuck onboard to follow his sister to the ground." Bellamy watches as Mark puts down his knife. "When they got to the ground, everyone had different ideas on how to lead. Especially, that guy that snuck onboard. He went head to head with the Privileged Princess of the group who had her own ideas on how to lead." Bellamy smiles despite the tense situation he's currently in, memories of those early days with Clarke warming his heart.
He had never thought then that he'd fall for her, that they'd be together. Him and Clarke had been so different, but after a while, he had realized that that's the reason they had made good leaders. While she saw things logically, he saw things emotionally, and the two made decisions based on those perspectives. They usually met in the middle on most things and that's what made them a good team. The truth is, Bellamy knows that if he didn't have Clarke by his side, he would have probably been dead by now. The two need each other to balance their ideas.
He quickly glances over at Lily who gives him a nod to keep going. "You can probably guess what happened next. The guy didn't stand a chance against the Privileged Princess and was forced work with her. They became partners and it wasn't long before the guy realized his feelings for the Privileged Princess." Mark drops the knife and Bellamy feels a wave of relief wash over him. The boy blinks a few times, before his eyes lock with his. "That story's girly, where are all the monsters?" Bellamy smirks at the kid, as he takes a step forward, and puts his hand on his shoulder. "Sorry, kid, the monsters don't come until later." The boy gives him a smile. "Can you tell us the rest?" Bellamy gives him a nod. "Tomorrow, but you need to get some sleep first." Mark gives him an excited nod and jumps into bed.
Bellamy smirks, as he watches him pull the blanket over his head. "Thanks." He turns to look at Lily who gives him a smile. "It used to happen to me when I was a kid. Stories were the only thing that worked." Lily gives him a nod and Bellamy smiles at her in return. "See you in the morning, if you need anything, I'll be just down the hall." As Bellamy starts to make his way out of the room, he hears Lily's voice ring through the air. "Was the Privileged Princess by any chance Clarke?" Bellamy can't help but smirk at the girl's question before turning to her. "I guess I need some work on my storytelling." Lily gives him a smile. "You must really love her." Bellamy gives her a nod. He wishes he could find the right words to describe just how much he loves Clarke, but he gives her the simple answer instead. "I do." With that, he continues out of the room, and down the hall.
He knows he won't be getting much sleep tonight, as he settles in one of the rooms for the night. As he lays in bed and stares up at the ceiling, he wonders about those kids down the hall. At first, he hadn't trusted them, but after what happened tonight, he knows that they aren't a threat. Their just scared kids trying to find their way in a new place, trying to survive.